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’
Not
at
all
,
I
’
d
better
not
know
.
.
.
But
you
do
agree
with
me
,
don
’
t
you
,
that
the
casual
sex
thing
is
nothing
,
compared
to
the
long
life
lived
together
?
Don
’
t
you
think
one
can
just
subordinate
the
sex
thing
to
the
necessities
of
a
long
life
?
Just
use
it
,
since
that
’
s
what
we
’
re
driven
to
?
After
all
,
do
these
temporary
excitements
matter
?
Isn
’
t
the
whole
problem
of
life
the
slow
building
up
of
an
integral
personality
,
through
the
years
?
living
an
integrated
life
?
There
’
s
no
point
in
a
disintegrated
life
.
If
lack
of
sex
is
going
to
disintegrate
you
,
then
go
out
and
have
a
love
-
affair
.
If
lack
of
a
child
is
going
to
disintegrate
you
,
then
have
a
child
if
you
possibly
can
.
But
only
do
these
things
so
that
you
have
an
integrated
life
,
that
makes
a
long
harmonious
thing
.
And
you
and
I
can
do
that
together
.
.
.
don
’
t
you
think
?
.
.
.
if
we
adapt
ourselves
to
the
necessities
,
and
at
the
same
time
weave
the
adaptation
together
into
a
piece
with
our
steadily
-
lived
life
.
Don
’
t
you
agree
?
’
Connie
was
a
little
overwhelmed
by
his
words
.
She
knew
he
was
right
theoretically
.
But
when
she
actually
touched
her
steadily
-
lived
life
with
him
she
.
.
.
hesitated
.
Was
it
actually
her
destiny
to
go
on
weaving
herself
into
his
life
all
the
rest
of
her
life
?
Nothing
else
?
Was
it
just
that
?
She
was
to
be
content
to
weave
a
steady
life
with
him
,
all
one
fabric
,
but
perhaps
brocaded
with
the
occasional
flower
of
an
adventure
.
But
how
could
she
know
what
she
would
feel
next
year
?
How
could
one
ever
know
?
How
could
one
say
Yes
?
for
years
and
years
?
The
little
yes
,
gone
on
a
breath
!
Why
should
one
be
pinned
down
by
that
butterfly
word
?
Of
course
it
had
to
flutter
away
and
be
gone
,
to
be
followed
by
other
yes
’
s
and
no
’
s
!
Like
the
straying
of
butterflies
.
’
I
think
you
’
re
right
,
Clifford
.
And
as
far
as
I
can
see
I
agree
with
you
.
Only
life
may
turn
quite
a
new
face
on
it
all
.
’
’
But
until
life
turns
a
new
face
on
it
all
,
you
do
agree
?
’
’
Oh
yes
!
I
think
I
do
,
really
.
’
She
was
watching
a
brown
spaniel
that
had
run
out
of
a
side
-
path
,
and
was
looking
towards
them
with
lifted
nose
,
making
a
soft
,
fluffy
bark
.
A
man
with
a
gun
strode
swiftly
,
softly
out
after
the
dog
,
facing
their
way
as
if
about
to
attack
them
;
then
stopped
instead
,
saluted
,
and
was
turning
downhill
.
It
was
only
the
new
game
-
keeper
,
but
he
had
frightened
Connie
,
he
seemed
to
emerge
with
such
a
swift
menace
.
That
was
how
she
had
seen
him
,
like
the
sudden
rush
of
a
threat
out
of
nowhere
.
He
was
a
man
in
dark
green
velveteens
and
gaiters
.
.
.
the
old
style
,
with
a
red
face
and
red
moustache
and
distant
eyes
.
He
was
going
quickly
downhill
.
